that the wrong

I met her first in a chat room, then on a message board
My heart would pound with each textual smile, each witty retort that she scored.
I didn't care if she was really a guy, or too skinny, too tall, or too fat.
It took me days to summon the courage to ask for a private chat.
I told myself sternly if I was honest with her, could she then be any less?
It seems I was right, for she said to my screen all that she had to confess.
I emptied my heart, knowing the risk of acknowledging just what you feel.
Here's the good news: she loved me too.  The bad news: she wasn't real.

     Chorus:

   I've fallen in love with a fictal, whatever am I to do?
   The girl of my dreams is not what she seems, but our love is pure and true.
   The girl's just a fictal created of pictals by an author, I do not know who.
   I've fallen in love with a fictal, I wish I were a fictal too.

-By Splash, 2 Lo 12, 440

that the jellyfish

had to have

*dances furiously*

Welcome!  This is the place to be on the Mesh.  Internet.  Thingie.

I wasn't actually in pain until that one.

one of them

(But I digress.)

was normal.  However,

Perhaps, he thought,

began to wonder

with six bubbling

I think this is where you Tellurians go...

SQUEEEEEEE!!!!

beneath a peculiar